And all the stars are crashing into the earth.
And all the moons are spiraling out and in.
And all the planets wonder why they keep spinning.
And all the people begin to feel dizzy.
If the stars were crashing
If the moons whirl out
If the planets cease to spin
If the people sit down and close their eyes…
My stars!
My moons!
My planets!
My people!
I suppose you aren’t mine.
But it continues to blow my mind
That you all stay in position
And do the intended and foreordained.
Because it reminds me,
A little spec,
That it is so
For specs as well.